All my old friends were drug addicts, they made me who i am, now i need this to be my only fan
They lift me up when I feel down, Keep me feeling safe and sound, but how could you feel that way in this town

You laugh at me then tell me that you care
Spit on my future grave then claim that you want me here
Me losing control is all you fear but that claim is far from sincere

Maybe i should drop out, die from being in debt
I'm to lost to even be upset
Im so lost in doubt, you will never understand
Your way to help cope is your comands

You'll never see me with out a fist, you make me always pissed
But who the fuck cares anyway
Tell me why i feel like this, Maybe its just the kiss
From the man burried in my grave, 6 feet closer to hell...